disclaimer: i don’t write x reader content i just needed to get this out. #sugashouldveplayedmore
It was by complete chance that you found it, folded neatly in a plastic container in the back of your shared closet, buried under tote bags and whatever else you both haphazardly flung in there.
Koushi always nudged that the two of you should make occasional cleaning a habit, to keep everything upright in the off chance Daichi would stop by after a shift to catch up or if you had felt the urge to host a little dinner party with friends of your own. It was a fun way to bond, somehow always finding a little trinket from one of your pasts that would lead to the two of you taking a “break” on the couch and telling old stories from high school.
But this was something you figured you would’ve seen earlier, a long time ago given how often the topic of Karasuno High would come up during dinner talks. Folded neatly in a plastic container in the back of your shared closet was the unmistakable black and orange of his volleyball team uniform.
“Koushi!”
It doesn’t take him long to poke his head through the door across the room. He bounds over to you in an instant and leans against the frame of the closet, overlooking you with quiet curiosity. You meet his eyes and an eager grin creases your lips. As you leap to your feet, you reach behind you and pull out the shirt and hold it over your body with a prideful giggle.
“Look what I found.”
“Ahh, I forgot I put that in there.” He shuts his eyes and lets out a sheepish chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “That takes me back.”
You cock an eyebrow, and with a hand on your hip, you lean closer to him.“Why don’t you have it hung up somewhere? I know you don’t play as much anymore but, yknow, I would’ve figured it’d be pretty important to keep in good shape.”
He doesn’t meet your gaze but laughs again. “Must’ve just forgotten about it.”
“Liar.” You narrow your eyes and push the t-shirt into his chest. “Go put it on, I wanna see you in it.”
“Y/N…” He sighs with a half smile but he knows he can’t say no to you.
He strips off the loose fitting clothes he wore while he cleaned the kitchen, a loose black t-shirt and some sweats (that honestly looked like yours the more you watched as he slid them off) and his uniform soon overtook his figure. For a moment, when you blinked, you could see him back in high school days, where his hair had less volume and his smile showed his passion for volleyball.
“It still fits.” Koushi mumbles more to himself than to you and you can’t help but giggle. “Yeah… this takes me back…”
You close the distance between the two of you, smoothing out the fabric on his chest and brushing off pieces of lint on his shoulders. “Now, you're gonna tell me why you hid this away?”
“I didn’t mean to hide it.” He rolls his eyes playfully.
“Uhuh?”
Koushi takes a breath. You search his eyes and find nothing but light. In flickers of shadows, you can see his old life as a setter, calls to Asahi to spike, affirmations of a nice receive to Daichi and in the same shadows were his time on bench, calling out for nice serves and reminding everyone on the field to calm down. You had heard stories, endless stories of the freak quicks from his teammates Kageyama and Hinata, of Yamaguchi’s jump floater servers and Nishinoya’s boundless energy in hitting what looked like impossible receives but in the flicker in his eyes you could feel the tension in your chest, the fist-clenching desperation of getting one more point, of winning one more match.
“I don’t regret anything. Not for a moment.” His voice is quiet, a soft, fluttering whisper. Koushi raises his hand, gripping his number in his fingers until the fabric wrinkles. “But I… I wish I could’ve played more. Felt the sweat run down my back, feel the rush of mind thinking about my next play, the sting of the ball hitting my hands…”
“Koushi…”
“I don’t regret anything.” He repeats and for a moment, the sight of his smile makes your heart pang. “Just lofty frustration.”
You reach up to curl your arms around his neck and press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips.
“You know… it’s been a while since I’ve watched you play.” A soft smile creases your lips. “Wouldn’t hurt to give Sawamura a call, maybe see if we can find a few people for a three-on-three?”
He doesn’t say a word but the smile on his face is beaming.
Drew Kagachi from the game Oninaki ❤ I really love the game probably one of my favorite ❤️ ...I love the story and the gameplay is fun hehe 😌 I might make more fanart in the near future ❤️
A completely chilled heat questions in the middle of the night
I'm still waiting at midnight
I'm saturated in the reflection from the mirror
A sound I don't know is sent my way
takuto might've been an easy to spot villain, but I'd be dammed if I didn't think he was a good antagonist.
he wanted the best for people, to grant their wishes and have them happy in the dream world, and it's hard to fight against such a childish yet pure goal. heck, this is emphasized in the "bad end" of p5r, which could be easily mistaken for a good end. you, as the player, are also tempted to escape from cruel reality when happiness is being served to you on a silver platter. everyone's happy, no one's suffering.
his boss fight might've been redundant and almost painfully long, but that just shows how much he wanted to achieve his goal. he's aware it's over when he's fighting joker one on one, yet he needs to vent his anger somehow. the raw anger he expresses feels... so human to me. he wasn't an all-knowing god, he was just a mislead person who wanted good for the world, but did it the incorrect way.
I hope this isn't strange but revisiting your lonashipping fics even years later still bring a smile to my face and make me love the ship all over again!! Thank you so much and I hope you have a Happy New Year
THIS WAS NOT STRANGE AT ALL IT ACTUALLY MADE ME GRIN WILDLY THANK YOU SO MUCH
even years after writing them (and seeing CLEARLY how much i’ve improved) i’m still so so happy my fics were able to bring joy to someone out there❤️
